I don't even have a name for this guy yet.

He's just another bloody mess, like me right now.

He lives in a cave, like me right now.

This took all of my energy.

^{I'm not feeling well.}

I haven't gone to the doctor but I'm certain it's a Man Cold.

There's liquid; it's leaking out of my face.

I haven't seen or talked to another human for three days.

I've locked myself in a room. It's dark in here at all times. I only leave when I need water, something to eat, or more of that fancy cold medication that gives me a fantastic buzz when I mix it with coffee and cigarettes.

I've been eating a lot of bananas and peanut butter on bread because it's easy.

There's nobody around to make me soup but it's probably for the best because when you're this sick, sharing is not caring.

I finally got comfortable and that weird feeling of being cold when I'm actually boiling hot went away. Shivering and sweating at the same time is awkward.

I don't really have anything else to report.

Please don't take it personally if I'm quiet. I wasn't able to respond to a few comments recently and I doubt I'll have the energy to keep my eyes open after I post this. Typing isn't too hard but I'm worried about this liquid stuff dripping on the keys. That might electrocute me if I'm not careful. With all of this cold medication pumping through my veins, it's hard to care enough to be careful. I'm more about watching these cool wavy line things on the wall and wondering where they came from. It's like I can see air, or something. It's just floating along, minding it's own business. I tried talking to it but I've yet to receive a response.

That is all.

Have a nice day.

Credits:All art and images seen here were produced digitally, by me.
^{"My early xmas gift was snot. Lots and lots of snot. Thanks, Santa."}

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